He Shuangqing is known as the "first female lyricist of the Qing Dynasty", she is not inferior to today's famous poet Yu Xiuhua, she and Yu Xiuhua have many similarities: writing poems and lyrics, amazing and moving; born in a peasant family, married to a farmer, abused and bullied; she is famous, when many talents in the poetry world fell for it, and praised her works everywhere. She was different from Yu Xiuhua, she was healthy and handsome, and according to legend, she was as beautiful as Fan Bingbing.
Next, I will tell you the story of He Shuangqing.
He Shuangqing, also spelled Qiubi, was born in 1715 (the end of the Kangxi Dynasty) to a peasant family in Jiangshu Village, Danyang County, Jiangsu Province. She would be a female celebrity in her teens, and her uncle was a teacher. She did not have the conditions to study and study, so while doing needlework, she overheard her uncle's lectures and silently remembered the poems she heard. Sometimes, I sell the works of female red and exchange them for poetry books and learn them myself. Her small letters are beautifully written and can write the Heart Sutra on the laurel leaves. Her neighbor's daughter married a scholar, and the neighbor laughed at Shuangqing: "You will never know a reader in your life." The people of the mountain village did not know that Shuangqing could write poems and lyrics, but only praised her beauty.
When Shuangqing was eighteen years old, he married a family in Jintan County surnamed Zhou, and the Zhou family was a sharecropper who lived by renting and planting a few acres of land from other people's families. Shuangqing's husband, Zhou Mou, is a woodcutter, rough and ugly, illiterate, unhygienic, the black mud on his neck can rub out rolls, and has a rough personality, and he scolds Shuangqing at every turn. Shuangqing's mother-in-law is also very fierce, and often speaks harshly to Shuangqing. For example, once, Shuangqing cooked halfway, malaria attacked, did not pay attention for a while, the porridge in the pot overflowed, Shuangqing quickly took cold water to stop boiling. When the mother-in-law saw it, she scolded and came up to grab Shuangqing's earrings and let her "roll". The ear was torn and the earrings were pulled off, causing Shuangqing's ears to bleed incessantly.
Every day, Shuangqing had to cultivate land, carry water, scoop rice, weave and tailor clothes, cook on the fire, and do all kinds of farm work inside and out. She soon contracted malaria, a kind of pendulum disease with a cold and a heat, and she had to work endlessly to drag the sick body. Her "Huan Xi Sha" wrote:
Warm rain mercilessly leaks a few threads,
Shepherd boy obliquely planted young flower branches,
When Oda Shinmai came on.
Water seeds melon angry early,
Cold smoke cooking and lateness,
The length of the day is sour through the soft waist.
The whole word describes the daily life of her farm. The next que said: In the morning, I went to fetch water and plant melons, got up early, and my husband angrily scolded; when I came back late to cook, I was accused by my husband and beaten. All day long, tired waist and limbs are sore, extremely tired.
After she got malaria, she didn't get the attention of her husband and mother-in-law, and she still had to work as usual. There is a vivid record in the "Xiqing Sanji": "At the end of September, the sky was sunny, the farmers were in a hurry to cut (yì) rice, the chéng (chéng) accumulation garden, the planting of wheat was blocked, the women's empty room appeared, the operation was dizzy, the double Qing malaria was bitter, the cold and heat were dizzy, and the face was yellow." His aunt became more and more diligent. It should be a little later, and it should be criticized. In the afternoon, the cold even trembled, and the patience grew stronger. Attack the heavy network, holding the grass, the stems and ears are trembling. When it was so hot that it was hot, and when it was red in the face, and the boiling water that was thirsty and had nothing to gain, then the river water was drunk, and its sister looked sideways, coldly slandered each other, and the two secretaries smiled, did not dare to have words, only Nuo Min gave, scrambled to work first, and did not dare to slander his sister. With Gu Luo Hesui in the field, Gu dozens of Bing, Shuang Qing has hundreds of Bing. Pitching slowly... Wipe the sweat on the back, and the face is more beautiful. His aunt guessed even more, not allowing men to come close to the words, the double Qing Su was cautious, and the words should not be also. ”
She has a poem, "Lonely Words and Illnesses", which describes her suffering with illness:
The cold afternoon is accurate, the early malaria is first coming, and the green shirt is added. The bun is laid out and wrapped in parrochi sideburns. Busy in the plain skirt is not raccoon, the folds of the edge of the broken silk double damage. The jade wrist looks like a cocoon up close, but the cheeks are still tender.
Even if you have a miserable life and endure it, you will turn powder into ashes, and when you marry, you will think about it, and you dare to be smoked by cuàn. Dong Ling (zī) is too slow, the cold tide is back, and the boom who asks? Return to the cotton to dry, and cook again late.
Shuang Qing's poems were copied by her family tenants and passed on to Shi Zhenlin, a talented poet. Shi Zhenlin was born as a jinshi, served as a county commander, served as a director (professor) of the state government education bureau, and lived in seclusion in the township. After Shi Zhenlin saw it, he was greatly impressed, and publicized Shuangqing's poems everywhere, attracting Duan Yuhan, Uncle Yang Min, and a bunch of talented poets to Go to Shuangqing's house to watch. Shuangqing's husband and mother-in-law kept Shuangqing more strictly and did not allow her to get close to outsiders.
Shuangqing's poems had to be sung and sung by the maids of the neighbor's house with the fans, of course, male fans inevitably wanted to think of He Shuangqing, who was both talented and beautiful. However, Shuangqing stood upright, and his contacts with male poets were limited to the art of words. The more upright and firm Shuangqing is, the more the poets are admired, and Uncle Yang Min is even more fascinated. He crossed most of southern China, from Guangdong to Jintan, Jiangsu, and wanted to see Shuangqing, but unfortunately Shuangqing had malaria, worked at home, and had a mother-in-law who was closely guarded and could not go out. Uncle Yang Min had no choice but to watch the sick Shuangqing working at home from a distance, a hundred paces away, and he recited Shuangqing's poems thousands of times, not going all day long. Shuang Qing later wrote a poem "Double Tone Looking at Jiangnan" to express humor:
Spring is gone, looking for the west of the wild bridge.
Dyeing dreams light red bully pink butterfly, lock sorrow thick green deception yellow oriole,
Hate is not repeated.
People don't see, and it's not right to see each other.
Worship the moon has incense empty sleeves, cherish flowers without tears to stain clothes,
Distant mountains with low sunsets.
Shuangqing also has a song "Wet Robe":
It is difficult to vomit only humor in the world, and the tears are swallowed and revived.
Hand in hand, wordless leaning on the screen.
Looking at each other in the mirror is self-explanatory, skinny pavilion.
Chun Rong is not, Qiu Rong is not, but Shuang Qing ?
The girl who was married far away was tortured and humiliated, seriously ill, no one was in pain and no one was pitied, and she was so thin that she did not even dare to recognize herself. Such self-pity and self-pity, reading it, people can't help but weep bitterly.
Shuangqing's mother-in-law's neighbor has a girl named Han Xi, who especially likes Shuangqing and often helps Shuangqing scoop rice and water. Han Xi was illiterate, but he liked the writing written by Shuangqing and begged Shuangqing to write her a "Heart Sutra" and let Shuangqing teach her to read it. After Han Xi got married, he returned to his mother's home to save his relatives, and the family made a meal, and he must also ask Shuangqing to share it. Shuangqing was sick and could not come, So Han Xi did not eat, insisting on packing half of it and personally sending it to Shuangqing. It can be said that Han Xi is Shuangqing's hardcore girlfriend. When Han Xi wanted to return to his in-laws' house, Shuangqing, who was seriously ill, remembered the friendship between the two and wrote a poem to Han Xi:
Every inch of the clouds, the slightest remnant of the light, there is no confusion to extinguish. The soul is broken, and the sparkle is shaking.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, people go and faintly detour. From now on, the bitterness is like tonight.
Qing Yao, asked the heavens should not, look at the little double Qing, go to the concubine boring, and see who who sees, who is painful?
Whoever hopes to rejoice, steals plain powder, and writes and writes sketches. Who cares, life and death, night and night dynasty.
A poem wrote about the reluctance to rely on the girlfriend, and wrote about his lonely and helpless state of mind.
A generation of talented poets, talented and beautiful, poor and sick peasant woman He Shuangqing only lived for 22 years, and then she died of incense.
Shuangqing died of poverty, from lowliness, from the heavy constraints and oppression of feudal etiquette. Her short life was a complete human tragedy.
In contrast, Yu Xiuhua, who is also a peasant woman poet, is much luckier. She also suffered all kinds of human suffering in her early years, but finally stood out, and I have to say that Yu Xiuhua caught up with the good times. In the Internet age, everyone can speak up, and the chances of truly talented people being buried are greatly reduced.
Let us bless Yu Xiuhua and bless all talented people. May everyone be able to exert their talents, radiate their own unique brilliance, live up to Shaohua, and live up to this great era.
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